Next week my aunt is flying down to Florida to babysit her grandbaby (my second cousin) for like ten days while the baby's parents are taking their anniversary trip to Belize. Tonight I sent my aunt a text message asking her if she wants adult company while she's there, and I was not really joking, even though Florida usually depresses me.
Here's the thing: right now, it's like 9 degrees in Chicago. It's snowy and icy. It's still getting dark early. I have no job. I have no MFA applications to work on. I have nothing, really, to do with myself except think about MFA programs and worry about MFA programs and I'm slowly driving myself crazy.
Right now, Florida sounds like paradise. My cousins have a pool! I could lay out in the pool all day and read and hang out with my cool aunt and my adorable little cousin and enjoy their palatial house and maybe...forget about MFA programs?
No. No. Real life doesn't work like that.
Are self-lobotomies a thing?
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